#craiigtvcker

[jerseyisms-blog]

@craiigtvcker (i’m gonna eat ur soul for rebLOGGING THE ASK)

“Do you trust me?”

He repeats so soft it’s like he’s muttering. He’s been unusually quiet tonight and he keeps watching the hunter. This is the worst thing about being around Kyle… He needs to stay quiet and not share his secret. Craig Tucker is a vampire. That’s right, he’s a monster with the desire to drink blood. He isn’t proud of it but it’s how he’s been living for the last century.

Craig doesn’t like what he, he despises drinking blood even though it’s sooo delicious. He finally breaks the predatory eye contact he unknowingly was making and he shakes his head. He is entirely convinced the hunger is driving him to say such idiotic things. “I just want to know.”

“I do,” that stare made him shift. Why was Craig asking so fucking weird? He stood, moving over to his friend and tilting his head. “What’s going on, dude?” Kyle’s voice was soft, concerned. “And don’t tell me nothing, you’re acting weirder than usual.” A teasing smile- 

Beneath olive skin, his heartbeat was calm- it would be loud to a vampire, wouldn’t it? The temptation of biting a Hunter must be hard to resist, surely, it’s said Hunter blood tastes better than your average meal-- 

Hazel eyes watched Craig with concern. “Hey. Whatever’s going on, you can talk to me.” 

[cupcaketweek]

@craiigtvcker || from x

Any vague annoyance he’d felt upon noticing Craig’s... additions to Tweek’s shopping cart immediately melted away when he caught sight of the (very) flustered look on Craig’s face. In fact, Tweek couldn’t help but to laugh, feeling abruptly affectionate. Ugh. That asshole was so lucky he was cute.   

“Christ, you’re such a baby.” He chastised as best as he could -- although he doubted it was a very convincing scolding, considering Tweek had only managed it between peals of quiet laughter. He took another look at the candy in the basket, felt his own will begin to waver. Tweek was rarely so quick to concede, and he was a little annoyed with himself for doing so now, but he couldn’t help it. He’s got a soft spot for Craig that’s a mile wide, especially when he’s being so adorable. 

“...I’m not gonna make you buy it.” Tweek finally gave in, bumping Craig’s shoulder with his own before turning his attention back to the shopping list on his phone. “It’s fine. Just -- stop trying to sneak shit in the cart! I always notice!” Tweek didn’t know where Craig had gotten the idea that he was (in any way) stealthy, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. 

[jerseyisms-blog]

[ chin ] for craiigtvcker why not ( secret gross )

contain your boner, dude //[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin. 

@craiigtvcker

A soft noise escaped Kyle as his chin was grabbed, attention turned to the other boy. Moments like this always served to emphasize the difference in their heights-- his cheeks flushed. “What--?” 

[jerseyisms-blog]

“Do you trust me?” {craiigtvcker}

no need to hide when it’s dark outside { @craiigtvcker }

        “What?” The question was unexpected- Kyle paused from where he was reorganizing his hunting equipment, various items laid on the floor before him. Hand sharpened stakes along his personal favorite- a silver one-, a dagger in case of close encounters, a gun with homemade silver ammo; one never knew what exactly they’d be up against, and South Park seemed to be a magnet for all the worst of them. 

          He’d had a policy though- some creatures were able to pass by without problem, provided they didn’t attack anyone. It was unorthodox: his training said to kill anything that was a threat to mankind. His instinct had other ideas- he’d stayed his hand on situations where he shouldn’t have, but so far, it had worked out. 

        But now, with Craig asking if Kyle trusted him, something warned in the back of his mind. 

       “Of course I do, dude, you’ve kept this secret and you’ve been helping me out.” After all, Hunters like him weren’t supposed to be in the spotlight. It caused problems– and most people were safer, better off not knowing that there were more dangers than they were taught. “Are you okay? That was– a weird question.”